Devin The Dude - Moon & Stars lyrics

[Hook: Big KRIT] So I ride, I lean, I crawl Do it better than them all Let the road be my guide As I glide in candy cars Underneath the moon and the stars [Verse 1: Big KRIT] Yeah, yo, my digital dash, as I mash on the gas Don't know where I'm going fast, but I'm going there Stop at the club, forever sure there's some hoes in there Shaking they a**, looking for players with dough to share, but that ain't me though Before I trick on a bust-it baby, I'm outta the do' If you are looking for saving shawty, I'm not your hero More like a guide I can take you where you want, would you look in my eye? Like you supposed to, cold enough to froze ya Talking bout that pimping you already been exposed to Far from being sober, let's travel into space while Puffing on this Yoda, glowing like a lightsaber Doing what the grownups do Be grateful that this game was bestowed upon to you Cause backstabbing betrayers divide, don't listen to Cause they front, but they don't, do what I do Cause they will never ever be pimps [Hook:] [Verse 2: Devin the Dude] Under the moon and stars I cruise in my car with you in my arms I'm feeling good with my brews and cigars As the sun dips down, we skip town A nice rendezvous, I'm quite fond of you And you're feeling me too, I mean literally You're rubbing the nuts, you tickle the D Let me drop the top while we puff on trees Let the breeze blow through your weave As you bob your head to the beat Come on girl, take them heels off your feet Vibe this sweet right quick You take a hit and relax I know you had a long day, I'mma turn up the music And you can put the phone away and we can... just chill Come over here and grip this wood wheel [Hook:] [Verse 3: Big KRIT] Now usually I don't 'posed to brag But, 'till they different I was crush brewed but don't need pros and I was with it Get it, get it, get it Girl if I hit it I'm gonna stretch that p**y out until you can drive a truck up in it I'm kiddin', maybe not, I'm on it like fo's in vogues Playas with alligators and capes like matadors Struttin' like kings up on the scene and scatter rose Peddles up under a work of art like sour dough Dial it, my swag melodic Like a sandy beach, couple freaks in the cottage Fig fruits and groups rubbed oil up on my body Worked hard to swipe her card, the type of broad to take me shoppin' Because my ego big enough to get up out it Plug a socket, fix a drape and paint her walls redecorated What a dime, excavated, dig deeper and deeper in all the right places [Hook:]